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The inundation of lawless power, after covering the whole earth, threatens to follow us here; and we are most exactly, most critically placed, in the only aperture where it can be successfully repelled— in the Thermopylæ of the universe. As far as the interests of freedom are concerned the most important by far of sublunary interests-you, my countrymen, stand in the capacity of the federal representatives of the human race: for with you it is to determine (under God) in what condition the latest posterity shall be born; their fortunes are intrusted to your care, and on your conduct at this moment depends the colour and complexion of their destiny. If liberty, after being extinguished on the continent, is suffered to expire here, whence is it ever to emerge in the midst of that thick night that will invest it? It remains with you, then, to decide whether that freedom, at whose voice the kingdoms of Europe awoke from the sleep of ages, to run a career of virtuous emulation in everything great and good; the freedom which dispelled the mists of superstition, and invited the nations to behold their God; whose magic touch kindled the

rays of genius, the enthusiasm of poetry, and the flame of eloquence; the freedom which poured into our laps opulence and arts, and embellished life with innumerable institutions and improvements, till it became a theatre of wonders; it is for you to decide whether this freedom shall yet survive, or be covered with a funeral pall, and wrapt in eternal gloom. It is not necessary to await your determination. In the solicitude you feel to approve yourselves worthy of such a trust, every thought of what is afflicting in warfare, every apprehension of danger must vanish, and you are impatient to mingle in the battle of the civilised world. Go then, ye defenders of your country, accompanied with every auspicious omen; advance with alacrity into the field, where God himself musters the hosts to war. Dominationem enim iniquam, toti iam terrarum orbi superfusam in nos quoque redundaturam videmus, et, tamquam in Thermopylis novis pro populis omnibus nobis sit decertandum, in ipso eo loco, ipsis iis angustiis nos siti sumus unde una superest occasio hostem repellendi. Quod ad libertatem attinet cives, qua nihil quod infra lunam* est antiquius esse potest, vobis hodie toti humano generi consulendum est, vestrum enim est, quantum ulla res humani est arbitrii, quam ad sortem decernere posteri per omne tempus nascentur, vobis fortunæ eorum mandantur, ut vos hodie vos gesseritis vitæ cuiusque via atque ratio constituetur

Quod si tota iam Europa extinctam libertatem hic etiam deleri patiemur, unde unquam e tenebris iis exardescet quibus tum offundetur? Vestrum igitur est de libertate ea, cuius voce tamquam ex somno diuturno populi Europæi experrecti sunt, ut virtutibus omnibus inter se certarent, quæ, tenebris superstitionum pravarum dissipatis, ad Deum verum agnoscendum gentes omnes vocavit, qua magistra effloruerunt ingenia, cuius instinctu inflammata est poetica, quæ ipsi eloquentiæ faces admovit, quæ denique vitam nostram tantis opibus impletam adeo innumeris artibus institutisque instruxit et ornavit ut velut mirum quoddam spectaculum ante oculos versetur, de libertate vestrum est decernere utrum ulla posthac sit superfutura, an quasi pallio velata funebri tenebras æternas sit subitura.

Supervacaneum satis scio esse exspectare quid respondeatis; tanto studio vos cupitis dignos vos præstare quibus res tantæ sint mandatæ, ut dolorum, ut laborum, militiæ omnino obliviscamini, ut pericula omnia contemnatis, ut dimicationi quæ omnium est populorum, vos immiscere prægestiatis. Pergite igitur, patriæ propugnatores, quibus omnia fausta sint atque felicia; alacres in aciem procedite ubi Deus ipse copias educit.

Cf. Cicero: Somn. Scip. 10. "infra lunam nihil est nisi mortale et caducum præter animos hominum munere deorum datos."

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ALTHEA, loq.
O king, thou art wise, but wisdom halts; and just,
But the gods love not justice more than fate,
And smite the righteous and the violent mouth,
And mix with insolent blood the reverent man's,
And bruise the holier as the lying lips.
Enough ; for wise words fail me, and my heart
Takes fire, and trembles flamewise, O my son,
O child, for thine head's sake; mine eyes wax thick,
Turning toward thee, so goodly a weaponed man,
So glorious : and for love of thine own eyes
They are darkened, and tears burn them, fierce as fire,
And my lips pause, and my soul sinks with love.
But by thine hand, by thy sweet life and eyes,
By thy great heart, and these clasped knees, O son,

pray thee that thou slay me not with thee.
For there was never a mother woman-born
Loved her sons better; and never a queen of men
More perfect in her heart towards whom she loved.
For what lies light on many, and they forget,
Small things and transitory as a wind of the sea,
I forget never ; I have seen thee all thine

A man in arms, strong and a joy to men,
Seeing thine head glitter and thine hand burn its way
Through a heavy and iron furrow of sundering spears ;
But always also a flower of three suns old,
The small one thing ; that lying drew down my life,


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